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Your Workplace Part 3
So, I'm just sitting behind the counter, listening to Quick, Said the Bird, minding my own business. To the left, about ten feet is the liquor store, which is connected to the hotel. There is a door leading into it behind the front desk. Us night shift people help ourselves to pop, chips, and the like. All of a sudden, I hear this huge smash, crash, biff, batt! Which startles the piss out of me. I think, "What the shit, did someone just crash into the hotel?" Then I see shadows on the ceiling through the glass wall. So I'm like, "Fuck, someone's breaking into the liquor store." So I call 911 tell them I need cops and I'll be right back to let them know what's going on. I go into the back, grab a cigarette, and whatever heavy, sharp or blunt object I can find. In this case, a ballpoint hammer, open the door into the liquor store hoping to find someone in swinging reach No one. I run around the corner only to see the assailant(s) exiting through the impromptu door they created, so I book ass back out, and through the automatic doors after them, not knowing which way they went. I couldn't see anything and remembered the police still on the phone inside.
I go back inside, as a drunk guy walking out of the bar (also in the hotel) sees me walking in with the hammer clenched in my hand firmly and says "What're you doing with that hammer? Going to go pound some ass?!!?" He laughs so hard he almost pukes. I, still with plenty of adrenaline, reply "Yes, exactly. Get the fuck out of my hotel, you stink." In retrospect, he was kinda funny and I apologize for speaking so harshly to him.
So the cops get here, do their "cop thing." Which is take my name, anything I saw about the guy(s) which was nothing, and hum and haw and make it look like their working.
The funny thing is: we've got cameras in the store, they just don't record. I can't tell if anything was stolen because, as I've said before, the place is so poorly run that nothing's restocked properly, we don't keep inventory, and no one cleans the place. So when they asked me if anything looked different in the place I said no, it still looks like shit, now there's just a bitch-load of glass and a huge ass rock on the floor.
So, when I get off shift, I'm going to take a few bottles of Jag and Vodka and a few packs of smokes to help myself cope with the stress and boredom relief of the night.
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